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Chapter 120 This is just Isabella's greeting (Seeking monthly votes)

José trembled all over, and tears, sweat, and saliva kept gushing from his body.

He said, "You are the devil—the devil—"

He suddenly remembered the girls he had tortured and killed.

He had once jokingly wondered what these girls were feeling and thinking when they were being tortured and killed.

What exactly does that kind of fear feel like?

At that moment, he finally understood what it felt like.

"Bang!" The woman next to him brought down the claw hammer again, shattering his haphazardly pieced-together finger bones once more.

Next came the other bones.

This time it hurt much more than the last time. The broken bone fragments were like sharp knives piercing into his flesh, causing even more terrible damage.

José was knocked unconscious from the pain without even letting out a scream after just a few taps on his hands and feet.

After the previous torment, his pain tolerance was actually lower than before.

Wayne reached out and pressed his hand to his forehead, activating the power of [Basic Witch Doctor] once more to awaken him. With a compassionate expression, he said, "Jose, my friend, I admire your backbone, but why torment yourself like this?"

Jose trembled all over, desperately dodging Wayne's hand as if Wayne's hand carried a high voltage, and asked in a trembling voice, "What exactly do you want to know?"

At this moment, he suspected that he had just encountered a deranged serial killer who enjoyed torturing and killing others, a real psychopath.

He was scared, really scared.

He originally thought of himself as a tough guy and scoffed at violence and abuse.

They even thought they could block out all pain.

They are not even afraid of death.

After all, he had had his fill of pleasure and glory, and even if he were to fall now, it wouldn't matter much.

That's enough.

But when he sensed the strange power of the man before him that could "heal" his wounds and awaken him from his coma, he felt a deep fear for the first time.

He wasn't afraid of dying; he was afraid of dying repeatedly.

He even prayed in his heart that the other party was really sent by Noon, or had other purposes, and was not just a perverted killer who enjoyed torturing him.

Wayne raised his hand to stop the hammer that was falling again, and said calmly, "Then tell me where those girls are, where Jose's gang's warehouse is, and what your deal with the state legislator is. Tell me everything."

José trembled all over, weeping bitterly, "I'll talk! I'll talk! I'll tell you everything! I'm willing to be a witness! Those powerful people, they write lines from Lolita on underage girls' bodies, they treat people like pets—they eat people!"

You have tamed a two-headed ogre prisoner.

Wayne nodded approvingly and said, "Very good, Jose, good boy."

He then looked at the woman beside him and said, "Good girl, you can rest now."

The woman's previously excited face now showed fear again. She opened her mouth as if to say something, but instead, Wayne pressed his hand on her forehead.

She immediately felt a warm energy envelop her brain, which relieved her bipolar disorder and brought her body back under the control of reason.

Realizing that all this miraculous feeling came from the man before her, the woman showed gratitude.

Immediately after being enveloped by this energy, she felt a deep weariness, and couldn't help but close her eyes, lying on the ground and falling into a deep sleep.

Wayne then conjured a phone out of thin air to Jose's astonishment, pointed it at Jose, started recording, twirled the claw hammer in his hand, and encouraged him, "Go on, good boy."

José's mind had completely collapsed. He trembled and began to recount everything he knew.

He never imagined that he would be in this state, in this environment, recounting all the evil he had committed.

In a daze, he even thought that he had fallen into hell and that everything he was suffering was real punishment from hell.

As Wayne listened to the other person's story, he couldn't help but frown deeply.

Not everyone can be called a person.

Some people have completely transcended the realm of humanity.

Once the secrets in a person's heart begin to spill out, it's like a floodgate opening, unstoppable.

At first, Jose only revealed his secrets out of fear of Wayne.

Later on, he felt increasingly comfortable talking and even took the initiative to add some details.

After all, many of his secrets were things he was very proud of, and being able to tell Wayne about them now was partly a compensatory act of showing off.

Although the other party was a psychopathic killer, was he himself a good person?

As Jose recounted the story, a human trafficking network spanning two continents and more than a dozen countries, and covering the entire United States, gradually began to take shape.

Within this vast network, José and his José gang are merely one component.

They only manage their own part, like one pipe in a series of pipes.

But for Wayne now, that's enough.

After about half an hour, José finally finished telling what he knew, and collapsed there, drenched in sweat, as if he were completely exhausted.

He understood that when he spoke these words, his entire being would completely crumble.

Even if the man in front of him doesn't kill him, those people in this network will never let him go.

All the ambitions and grand aspirations of the past have vanished in this moment.

But none of that mattered to him as much as staying alive.

As a mixed-race child raised by prostitutes on the streets of Honduras, he knew that all humiliation and suffering were temporary, and as long as he survived, everything was possible.

He struggled like a worm, pleading with Wayne, "Sir, I've told you everything I know. Please spare me. I just want to live."

Wayne nodded and said, "Of course, Jose, I've already agreed to your request. You've received my promise."

Jose was overjoyed and quickly said, "God bless you, sir, thank you for your kindness!"

He could now sense the other man's sincerity; if the man truly wanted to kill him, there was no need for him to lie anymore.

He could even vaguely sense that the black-haired, black-eyed man in front of him was, in some ways, the same kind of person as him.

They also possess a ferocious, beast-like nature.

However, the other party's bestiality seemed to be far more ferocious than his, and it was well concealed under that layer of pity.

Having been promised his life, José finally relaxed a little and couldn't help but ask, "Sir, may I ask you one question—what exactly do you want from me?"

money?

that power?

Where do the enhancers smuggling channels come from?

The human trafficking industry chain?

The other party went to great lengths to extract that information from him, so they must have had some ulterior motive.

How could anyone truly be acting out of a desire for justice or revenge?

Wayne said calmly, "Jose, Jose, I told you from the beginning—this is just a greeting from Isabella."

As he spoke, Wayne grabbed Jose's shoulder, flipped him over, and then began counting the man's vertebrae from the back of his head.

Jose trembled with fear, his voice trembling as he said, "Sir, what are you doing? You promised to spare my life—I respect you, I respect you!"

Wayne said calmly, "Of course, I've already promised you I won't kill you, because death is too easy for you—"

"As for what I've been doing, I've already told you, but you just don't want to believe it—"

"This is just a greeting from Isabella."

As they spoke, Wayne pulled a packet of enhancement agent from Jose's pocket, casually opened it, and sprinkled it on him.

He then raised the claw hammer in his hand and struck José's cervical spine hard!

The same claw hammer, but in Wayne's hands, its destructive power was many times greater than before.

Jose's cervical vertebrae were instantly broken. He felt a piercing pain, followed by a severe headache.

The world spun around, and I vomited instantly.

This is caused by a sudden increase in intracranial pressure after the spine is damaged.

Immediately afterwards, he felt an icy chill emanating from the hand pressing on his cervical spine, as if freezing his spinal cord.

Then, apart from the headache and severe dizziness, he suddenly found that the pain in other parts of his body had disappeared.

Including the excruciating pain caused by bones that were haphazardly pieced together after being smashed.

No, it shouldn't be said that it disappeared.

He could say he couldn't feel it anymore.

He can't feel anything in his body except his head!

Jose felt his soul leave his body; he wanted to shout, but he couldn't speak at all.

He can no longer speak.

He couldn't even turn his head; he could only blink frantically, tears of fear streaming down his face.

He had seen this before; it was with a woman whose spine he had broken.

Unexpectedly, this scene happened to him.

An overwhelming sense of despair welled up from the bottom of his heart. Jose blinked frantically, pleading with his eyes for Wayne to kill him.

At that moment, his biggest regret was begging Wayne to spare his life.

This is truly worse than death.

But he was lying on the ground and couldn't even see the other person's face.

He could only see the other person's shadow constantly shifting on the ground.

The man seemed to put his phone away and then walked towards the door.

Don't go! Kill me! Kill me!

José cried out in his heart, wanting to beg the other party to kill him.

But all of this could only flash through his mind.

Only then did he realize that he didn't seem to know the person's name.

God, please, let me die, let me die—

José pleaded in his heart for that illusory image whose existence was uncertain, tears streaming down his face.

But no one responded.

Nobody cares.

At that moment, he suddenly remembered his mother, who worked as a prostitute near a US military base in Honduras.

I wonder where she is?

When he abandoned her after he grew up because of his humble origins, was she sad?

Oh, Mom, forgive me—

Your basic Witch Doctor skill has been improved (Master 0.8% + 0.3%).

[Experience points +3]